Happy Winchester Day!

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So, in honor of Winchester Day (and because more than a couple people seem to want it), I'm going to ressurect the timestamp meme.

So, pick any fic of mine that you want to see more of, and tell me when you want it set. I'll do my best to give you a drabble or ficlet.

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From the promised Jeff/Jen/Chad threesome:

Despite Jared's assertion to just bring himself, Chad had stopped by his apartment. He just couldn't see showing up for something like this without bringing something.

So, when Jensen opened the door, a faint smirk on his face, he shoved a bottle of Boone's Farm wine at him. "Here, it's imported," Chad muttered.

Jensen laughed, rolling his eyes and pulling Chad into a quick, uncomfortable hug. Then, Jared was there, all sweet smelling skin and warmth, hugging him, urging him into the house Jensen was renting. They ended up in the living room, Jared dragging him to the couch, Jensen following with a pizza and a six pack.

It almost seemed bizarrely normal. They ate, and bullshitted about their respective shows, and polished off a couple of cans of beer each.

Then, Jensen leaned forward abruptly. "Okay, let's see it."

Chad shifted nervously. "Right now?"

"You got a better time to do it?" Jensen asked.

Jared gave him an encouraging smile.

Chad pressed his back into the arm of the couch, trying to get space. "You just want me to what, whip it out?"

"Why not? We're all grown ups here." Jensen smirked. "Some of us, anyway."

Chad kicked him in the thigh. Jensen grabbed him by the ankle, pinning his foot against the back of the couch. His fingers felt very warm on the thin skin of Chad's ankle. Chad twitched his foot, trying to get Jensen to let go.

"It's clean, right?" Jared asked anxiously.

"Of course it's clean!" Chad muttered. Giving up on getting Jensen to do anything for the moment, Chad made a face at Jared. His brother, his best friend, the total fucking dork. "Jesus, Jared."

"Well, then," Jensen drawled, letting a little Texas into his voice, "let's see the murder weapon."

Groaning, Chad reached into his bag and pulled out a large neon blue dildo. It had seemed less threatening than the nauseating flesh toned ones, at least at the time. When Chad set it on the coffee table, it looked huge and more perverse than the horse-sized fists that had hung around the adult toy shop like mounted deer heads.

"Sweet Christ," Jared cursed.

"Dude," Jensen said. "I don't know how to tell you this, but that? Is way bigger than Jeff."

Chad ducked his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It looked smaller in the store," he gritted. "I saw Jeff, all right? Shut up about it. I was distracted by the freaking logs they had up behind the counter."

Jensen made a rude noise and grabbed his beer, draining the rest of it in one long pull. His throat worked as he swallowed, until Chad made himself look away. When Chad started to pull his leg back, Jensen leaned into him and trapped it again. Jensen's smile was a worrying flash of teeth.

In the meantime, Jared had reached out and picked up the toy. There was something seriously wrong with seeing Jared hold that thing in his hand, dwarfing it between long fingers and his huge palm. Jared rubbed his thumb along an exaggerated vein, looked at Chad, and said very quietly, "Dude."